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by Zoe Forsyth

The Ostrich

By Caleb Berg 

Eight years ago
At summer camp
I saw an Ostrich lay an egg

The Ostrich dropped her massive, tousled body to the ground
Her muscles drew tight
Dust settled around her

Have you ever heard an ostrich cry? 

There was a boy
Who watched and hopped on a pogo stick
And claimed he had a hand 

A small crowd began to form

I couldn’t help but wish
I knew how to pogo stick

The next day
The whole camp ate scrambled eggs